She knew what was in her heart and that was enough; she could feel what was real for it lighted her up.
LUCY MARY BALLThere’s something about twilight that makes her soul shine bright; its as though the glow of the sky draws out the beam of her light.
More Lucy Mary Ball Quotes
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Her emotions no longer scared her, and she was declared free.
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Why is it so difficult to simply be, to look around the room and just be free; why do I feel a need to add something to me, when I’m the consciousness that holds every key.
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Maybe you don’t need to have all the answers, maybe life need not be slower or faster; maybe everything’s evolving in the magic of the unseen, maybe its not about doing but simply being.
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Responding differently to the same situations is that brings about transformation.
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Worry and fear did their best to sway her, but she was too preoccupied with truth.
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They had different minds but their hearts were aligned and their souls entwined; for they were two of a kind.
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When all is said and done, the moon still shines with the sun.
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Inner turbulence means you’re onto something; your awareness is deepening and your truth is rising.
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It took her years to release the scars that covered her heart, and the final puzzle piece was realizing she’d been love from the start.
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I’ve always been right here buried under the rubble of fear; I simply forgot how near I’ve always been to the heart that holds love dear.
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Your eyes look brighter somehow, as though the clouds within have parted, and your inner sun is radiating all your heart is.
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She realized she was lonely for herself, for she missed the taste of oneness and the way connection felt.
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Its natural to feel fear and pain, when you’re healing old wounds to come home again.
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Setbacks only unveiled the depth of her commitment to her dreams.
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In this moment I am me, as much as I’m ever going to be; I’m not a memory that can no longer be seen, for I am the seer that always has been.
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